Amp It Up (X Factor, Niall Horan, One Direction Love Story)

The first live show was tomorrow. featuring Kelly Clarkson. I know, wrong show, but she'd agreed to fly to the UK for the show. The week was Pop/Dance music.

I was beyond excited, because we would get to meet her but my nerves kept me from fangirling.

There was three group songs. One tomorrow night, one Friday and the other Wednesday night. It was the girls this week. We'd had to split up since you couldn't possibly do a good group song with thirty girls. Next week the guys would be featured and do a group song, and the week after that we'd all do one together. We'd been informed that Wednesday was mainly for duets, and showing about our lives.

I was in the "Welcoming" show, and the "Goodbye" group. In other words, I'll be singing tomorrow night, and Friday night.

I was doing Nightingale by Demi Lovato, and Sweet Nothing by Calvin Harris ft. Florence Welch. That would be interesting.

I hadn't had a good night's sleep since I had gotten here. People were just... Loud. Every hour a trainer or someone would come through the halls and make everyone be quiet, but then someone would always start playing drums or something again.

That's why I was up at six. Well, more like seven now. I'd been here for a while, waiting on the trainers, and breakfast and other people to arrive.

The door opened, and Ryan stuck his head through. He smiled wearily, rubbing sleep out of his tired eyes. I waved at him, and kept jumping on the trampoline.

"They want you to rehearse for the group song." He said.

"I'm coming." I answered, jumping off the bouncy awesomeness and adjusting my shorts.

Ryan looked a mess. His hair was everywhere, he had circles under his eyes, and his clothes were wrinkled.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow night?" He asked me quietly as we passed the girl band. The girls glared at me over their shoulders, making eyes at Ryan. Those girls were nothing but trouble, but acted sweet as sugar for the cameras. The girl I'd seen the day of my audition was in that band.

"Yeah." I replied quietly. Ryan slung his arm over my shoulders non nonchalantly. "Well don't be, because you totally don't suck at singing."

"Thank you. And you totally smell, go take a shower and a nap." I told him. Ryan pulled me to him and gave me a rough hug, messing my hair with his hands. I pulled away from him as he began tickling me.

I pushed him away and went into the practice room we were using this week. The girls in there swarmed around me, making eyes at Ryan and giggleing.

“Was that Ryan Debark?!” A girl asked me as soon as the door was shut.

"Yeah, it was. Are we going to practice?" I asked, trying to change the subject. The girls were unsatisfied.

"Are you dating him?!" One asked. I shook my head. "No, we're friends. Can we please practice? I need to practice too." I pressed. Finally, the girl got into position and we started Kelly Clarkson's Since U Been Gone.

A girl named Georgia Haynes and I were doing the guitar, here, and on stage. It was part of the choreography.

Our trainer, Jason, was playing the drums at the moment for us. The drum set was facing us as we got into position. Georgia and I were on either end of the line we formed.

The bad thing about this song was that not all of us got a solo. Three people sang the first first, three sang the chorus with the others doing slight harmony, and three others did the second verse. I did the bridge by myself, as it was put bluntly by Alana as I protested that I wanted someone to do it with me, "None of us can reach those notes."

So I sang the bridge. To make the song sound right with everyone, I had to sing the highest note, not just force it out. So I had to hold the highest note for over ten seconds, and let it go well on into the chorus.

Doing that while playing the guitar was tricky, but Georgia took the guitar solo that came as I was singing the high note, then I rejoined her after I had finished singing it. Then we both harmonized and all of us took turns doing different variations of echoes.

It sounded pretty fetch, honestly. Our version was sung in a lower tone than what Kelly Clarkson sang in, to leave room for the highest notes without killing our vocal chords. And apparently my singing voice was deepish.

As the final drum beats faded out, Jason stood and started clapping as we did a group hug.

"Amazing job girls! Simon is going to be so proud!" He exclaimed. All of the girls in here were in Simon's group, along with me. I was surprised that I hadn't noticed them that much at his house, but we'd all really kept to ourselves. Well, except for the boy band and the girl band, they were loud.

All of these girl were older than me. And all of them were British. I was the only Irish in the room.

The youngest besides me was eighteen, a gorgeous brown eyes brunette named Hayden. She sang like an angel, honestly. Her voice was more of an alto, mixing and blending with everyone else's perfectly.

"Now girls, Simon may have not told you, but if you make it to the voting, you can start a video diary. You don't have too, but you can." Jason continued.

Mainly sounds of protests were made. None of the other girls seemed to want to make a video diary, but it sounded like fun to me. And it'd be a great way to get more votes, right? Goofing off in front of a camera didn't seem that hard, right?

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"That had to be the most awkward four minutes of my life." I groaned into Ryan's shirt. He had wrapped his arms around me, giggling after he had shut off the camera.

"It was the b-best!" He slurred, wiping tears off of his face. "You fangirled over the stairs because that's where the guys sat, then you tried to do Kermit the Frog and-"

I slapped a hand over his mouth but he pulled it away and yelled, “Why didn't you tell me you were afraid of hard tacos?!”

"Enough already, people will hear!" I hissed. I dragged him by the hand down the hallway and toward my room, him still giggling.

I threw my door open and then closed it as soon as Ryan was in, then we both collapsed on my bed.

"Remind me to make a video diary, please." Ryan said a few minutes later. I smacked him in the stomach. He rolled over laughing, and knocked my alarm clock off the bedside table.

"Whoops. Sorry." He muttered. "Don't worry about it, I'll just reset it." I said. I grabbed it and messed with it a second, setting it to the correct time. I grabbedmy laptop from the foot of the bed and booted it up when I was done.

"Whatcha doin'?" Ryan asked in a singsong voice. "Ignoring you," I replied.

"But WHY." Ryan suddenly wailed, throwing himself across my lower back and kicking his feet against the bed. "DON'T YOU LOVE ME?!"

I bucked my hips to get him off of me, grabbing his wrist and flipped us over to where I was straddling his stomach.

"No, at the moment I do NOT love you, you've been laughing at my video diary!" I grumbled. Ryan only laughed harder.

"I always like a women on top," He said with a wink. Scandalized, I scrambled off of him, making sure to knee his balls on the way.

Ryan grunted and rolled over, gripping himself, and I laughed myself silly at the look on his face. I grabbed my laptop again and typed in my password, then opened the YouTube account for The X Factor that we were to post our videos on. I plugged the camera up and uploaded it, then switched to Twitter for the first time in weeks.

"When was the last time you went on here?! Ya mentions are gong wild!" Ryan exclaimed, reading over my shoulder a moment later.

"Like, a few week's ago? I kinda forgot," I admitted. Ryan stared at me in shock. "Didn't you know we're supposed to tweet a lot?! To let people get to know us better?!" He asked. I shook my head and began reading my mentions.

I answered a few tweets, then I began closing off my Twitter and going to my Netflix account.

"Do you want to watch Friends and eat until we puke?" I asked. Ryan burst out laughing and rolled over, then squealed like a little girl, "OMG YES! LET'S DO OUR NAILS TOO!"

We spent most of the day lounging around, talking, eating, and yes, Ryan tried to do my nails. We were laughing at the Friends episode where Joey does the classic, "JOEY DOESN'T SHARE FOOD!" When Alana burst through my door, panting heavily.

"KELLY! OMG! I've been looking for you for forever! They're giving us makeovers and it's going to be filmed so change!" Alana shrieked. "Oh, hey Ryan." She added as a after thought. Ryan waved from the bed, still laughing at Joey.

"I'm coming.." I grumbled. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans, a red scarf, and a white long sleeved tee shirt and went to the bathroom to change while Alana waited impatiently. I slipped on a pair of brown boots, then we were on our way.

"Fine, LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE!" Ryan called dramatically behind us. "Go drool over Tyler Ward." I sniffed. He flipped the bird as I closed the door, Alana breaking in laughter as we made our way down the hall.

"He's hilarious! Do you think you could put in a good word for me?" She asked with a wink. My heart sank.

"Alana, he just got out a of a relationship with a girl that he'd proposed too, I don't think he'd be ready for anything right now.." I said gently.

Her face fell, but within a few seconds she was happy and bubbly again.

"Well, that's alright, isn't' it? Because fixing guy's is fun!" She replied enthusiastically. I winced as she rambled on and on about different things until we got to the dressing rooms. Girls and women were lined up and sitting on benches, looking nervous.

A team of six stylists were lined up, vaulting everyone. I saw the camera's out of the corner of my eye, and tried to avoid looking directly into them.

"Alright, everyone. We're here to do make-overs before the show tomorrow night. We're just trying to change your style a little, maybe do complete makeovers, it depends on the person." The head stylist, his name tag said Gary, spoke out. The next few minutes were full of sequels as eyebrows were plucked, mustaches were shaved, and hair was trimmed.

Two hours later, it was my turn in the chair. I sat gingerly down in the black leather chair and lifted my hair as the stylist put the plastic cover on me.

"Kelly, in-nit?" He said. I nodded timidly. "I'm James. What'cho shy about lass? Cat gotcha tongue?" He asked. I laughed, and shook my head. He was extremely attractive and looked to be in his late twenty's, with dyed black hair and blue eyes.

"What are you going to do?" I asked. I fiddled with my hands under the plastic, not taking my eyes off of the mans hands.

"A trim for the hair, lovely color by the way, is it natural?" He said absently, putting most of my hair up with a clip.

"Yes, I get it from my grandmother," I explained. "Please don't take too much off, I've worked for a while to get it long!"

"Not to worry love! We'll do a light trim, and I think you need layers. Yes, defenatly layers, something that will look good curled." He mused. He combed out my hair and sprayed something in it. From a few chairs down, Alana yelled when they did an eyebrow wax.

I closed my eyes and grimaced when I heard the first snip of the scissors. I peeked at the floor as it became coated with a light dusting of ginger hair.

Half an hour later, James was done and he twirled the chair dramatically as he let me down and blew the hair off of me with the blow dryer.

My hair was so different. So very, very different.

It was no longer to my hips, but to my waist, falling in loose waves over my shoulders. Layers were everywhere, shaping my face and I had light bangs for the first time in years.

I loved it.

For once, I didn't look twenty two. I looked every bit the sassy, strong seventeen year old I was.

"Thank you so much James!" I cried, hugging him. He laughed, hugging my lightly.

"Whoa, lass, we're not through yet, we're doing your eyebrows next. Do you pluck them or are they just like that?"

I raised my hand to my eyebrows and traced them with the tips of my fingers. "Like what?"

"Shaped. They're shaped just right, but they need a wax. Do you pluck or wax?" James asked impatiently, motioning me back into the chair.

"I've plucked them a few times, but they've never really needed that much attention." I replied.

"Wax it is then. I won't be a moment love, sit tight!" James said jovially, then submerged himself into the pile of supplies on the other side of the room.

Waxing had got to be the most painful thing I'd done. After James had calmed me down and offered me ice to rub over my forehead, he got it in his thick head that my legs should be waxed too.

And of course, that was ten times as painful.

Twenty minutes later, with my face and legs stinging I was on my way back to my room with a make up starter case. James had nearly blown his top when I'd told him that I normally didn't wear it, but I could put it on very well. He'd all but shoved it into my hands and ushered me out so he could work with three other stylists on the girl band.

I skipped my way to my room, completely happy for once. I kept running my fingers through my hair, and twisting it.

As soon as I opened the door, Ryan pounced on me.

"YOU LEFT ME." He cried, slumping over and onto me. "Geoff Ryan!" I growled.

"Soooooorry." Ryan sang out. "It's fine." I mumbled. He stood and turned on the small radio, to a country station. I grinned and pulled my comforter up around my shoulders and motioned for him to lie down.

"Your hair looks nice," Ryan said a few minutes later. I was almost asleep.

"Thanks..." I yawned. "Go to sleep, ya fantastic ginger, I'll see you later." Ryan said. A minute later he was gone, and I fell asleep.